Come for the rum and cigars, stay for the heavily armed revolutionaries

After our last job, we felt that it would be best to lie low and avoid drawing too much attention to ourselves, since Aztechnology doesn’t take losing well. Fortunately, circumstances conspired to get us a job that would be far away from Seattle in a region that has a surprisingly low corp presence. Added to that, the job came from Tyler, which meant that I was in essence working for my millionaire arms dealer boyfriend (yes, I know, he’s not an arms dealer, he just knows lots of arms dealers). So you know, perks of the role and all.

Of course, knowing Tyler had its other perks, and I don’t just mean getting to hang out on his luxury yacht. He had used his connections to get me into a stupidly exclusive Delta-grade cyber clinic for a systems upgrade. As a result, I am rocking a new set of wired reflexes that makes me even faster then I have ever been before. It only cost me a cool half-million too.

Farmageddon II

Every run has its after effects. You do one thing and it sets off a whole series of other effects. Some of these are planned and were intended to occur. Others are collateral damage, the unplanned results of your actions. And then there are the times when it will generate further runs, as in this case.

Some time ago we burned down an Aztechnology experimental farm at the behest of an elderly (and creepy) Ork doctor. They were trying to develop blight-resistant strains of grain as a way of overcoming the problems that had been plaguing their food production for the last few years. We put a stop to that branch of the research, but it seemed that they had a lot more then just that one farm in the pipeline. The same Doctor had become aware of this, and had hired us to continue wrecking their agricultural plans.

Fat Yak Noodle Soup

There are a number of reasons why Mister Johnson does the whole Mister Johnson thing. Deniability is key amongst them; if you don’t know who he is and who he works for, the grossly illegal activities he’s paying you to engage in can’t be traced back to anyone. It’s also a good why to hide his agenda, especially when what he’s asking you to do is actually pretty dubious, even by Shadowrunner standards or when he’s looking to screw you over for whatever reason.

I mention all this because the latest run I went on ended up having one of these. The worst of it is that they were on the surface a rare case of a Johnson that was completely open and transparent about their identity and agenda. Which really meant that he was lying through his teeth.